Do you know my mother?
Have you seen my mother?
Is she beautiful and wonderful?
Does she look like me?
I don’t know my mother, she left me you see.
Does she have a kind face?
Did she wear pretty clothes?
Did she smile a lot and have a nice nose?
Does she look like me?
Please tell me so.
She left so long ago,
When I was only 1 and a half years old.
Thats the story I was told.
I have a photo of my mother,
I look at every day.
I was too young to remember her,
When she went away.
I spent ages looking for her,
I looked everywhere.
I succumb to isolation,
She just wasn’t there.
It’s five years now since she has been gone.
And not a day goes by,
When I pine for my mother and my heart cries.
I just wish that she would visit me,
If only for a day,
Perhaps she would stay…
and play.
And kiss me…
And cuddle me…
So happy I would be.
I did get to see my mother,
When I was twenty-three.
I wrote this poem when I was 10 years old. I was always asking my grandmother and people she knew what she looked like. Everyone would tell me how clever she was and how good she was at handicraft. I added last few lines when I was 23.
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